New Fantasy World: Galeia-Chapter 62

I slowly woke up with confusion. I tortured a demon until it died of shock.

Staring at the ceiling, I took a deep breath.

Pretty tame for what I’ve seen so far. I sighed.

Weak light leaked through the curtains, the room was still shrouded in the darkness of early dawn. I closed my eyes and listened. The three were still sleeping.

A small relief washed over me. My body was in the exact same position I fell asleep in.

My body slowly regained feeling and I looked down. Yolin was on top of me, face up.

That has to be the worst sleeping posture I’ve ever seen. I smiled.

Slowly moving her to the side, I freed myself of the entanglement. Getting up, I properly covered them with the sheets.

The colors were fascinating. Red skin, tan skin, and light purple skin with dark scales. The Oni had her hair down, reaching her shoulders. A relaxed expression on her face. The Elf was similarly relaxed but her limbs were around Alyssa, who was facing the wall.

I turned around and walked to the bathroom, where I washed my face. A mirror had my reflection staring at me. My blank expression was admittedly bitchy, but a pretty woman can get away with it.

I got naked and my Jörmungandr was ready to start Ragnarök.

Morning erections are a little annoying. I sighed.

Walking to the living room, I sat down on a sofa and ate a peach. I updated my journal and checked the time. Six... that’s fast.

I heard a yawn and turned to the bedroom. Yolin was waking up. She got up and walked to the living room in all her red naked glory.

"What are you up to?" her voice was a little tired.

"Exercise. Wanna join?" I stood up and loosened my waist.

"Here?" she looked at me confused. "Let’s go outside."

"Okay." I shrugged. "I’ll leave a note letting the two know."

She nodded and got dressed, the same chest wrap and shorts from the previous day covered her body. I took a page out of a sketchbook and I wrote [Went out with Yolin to exercise. Hugs and kisses] on it, then placed it on the living room table next to two brass keys.

Yolin left first and I followed. We went down the building and walked to the rest post where we left our mounts. The gentle light of the morning suns bathed the world as we exercised. I followed the Oni’s routine, and we stopped after an hour. She wanted to save energy for the dungeon, so we returned to the room.

The two were awake, and we took a group shower where I introduced the tank to the marvelous, ultimate, absolute, profound, mega technique that was my ’Natasha Special’. I dutifully performed the ’Elf Version’, followed by the ’Luzo Version’. It was undeniably a level ten million skill. The Oni gave up trying to massage me when she realized my muscles were just too hard.

We then went to the communal room to have breakfast. It was like a buffet, and we ate a light but energy-filling meal. There were some other guests but they mostly ignored us, sneaking glances my way once in a while.

After returning to our room, Yolin sat down with a sigh and I stood in front of her.

"What do you use for combat?" my tone was serious.

"Ohh! I want to see her reaction." Alyssa giggled, sitting down on the other sofa.

"Don’t spoil it." Lapia chuckled, joining the healer.

The Oni looked a little confused, but simply opened her arms.

"What you see on me right now." she shrugged. "I buff my own body, so using armor would only slow me down. I can’t cover my shoulders or armpits, since that’s where my Asura Projection comes out of."

I nodded. "How about rings or jewelry?"

"If I wear rings, I’d either break them or my fingers." she shook her head. "I just wrap my hands and feet with this."

She produced a white roll of bandage strap. I took it and appraised it.

It was shit. Better than Alyssa’s staff, but shit nonetheless. It wasn’t even a weapon, it was an enchanted piece of cloth. The Elf and Luzo must have found my disapproving face hilarious, because they laughed.

"What do you think would suit you best?" I sat down on the floor in front of the Oni. "I have a lot of items that can help you survive combat. Tell me what your ideal equipment is."

"Hmm..." she leaned back and looked at the ceiling. "Better bandage wraps, tight but durable shorts or pants, a top that doesn’t cover too much skin, and fist weapons."

"I have something like that." I thought for a second. "I also have a set of leather armor for a tank. It’s stretchy, breathable, feels like air, and increases stats. Would you wear something like that?"

She nodded. "As long as it doesn’t get in the way of my other arms, sure."

Alright. I have all the costumes from the 2021, 2024, 2028, and 2032 Olympic games. I closed my eyes in deep thought. Taekwondo... nah, it’s just the uniform. Judo... same. Wrestling... no way. Boxing... bingo.

Sixteen rolls materialized on my hands. They all had ’Boxing’ written on them. The gloves where useless for killing, so I didn’t bother with them. I took out a chest wrap that was part of a risque costume for female swordsman-based characters.

Warrior makes much more sense, though. I smiled.

I placed the items on the floor after confirming they all had SS durability and didn’t have cringe names, then produced the leather armor.

Similar to Alyssa’s, the set consisted of a pair of shorts with a hole for a tail, finger-less gloves, toe-less socks, and a vest. The chest item had sleeves, so I stored it back. The shorts resembled hot pants, and would be useful even if the wearer didn’t have a tail.

Granting a total of 100 strength, constitution, and dexterity, along with enchantments, the ’leather’ was pretty good, even without the vest.

Next, I took out a pair of Legendary fist weapons since I unfortunately didn’t have any Mythical ones for her classes. This meta-game aspect is exciting. Good thing I was addicted to the game. Wait that sounds wrong.

I chose to go for a weapon that would help the Monk-Asura combo rather than her Paladin class. Asura was a new thing, but Monk was familiar to me and they both were punching tanks if I got it right. I had flails and maces for Paladins, but doubted the Oni would use those. The cheeky thought of giving her a kanabo crossed my mind, but I ignored it.

I appraised the pair of fists and instantly cringed at the name.

[+100 Raging Fists of Thunderous Claps (Legendary) {Ascension Lvl 10}]

(Kinetic Link SSS+) (Durability S+)

-Kinetic Link + 100% ({Lvl 10 Emerald}x10)

-Toughness + 10% (Enchantment)

-CON + 250

-STR + 200

-DEX + 100

-Raging Blows: Increases Kinetic Link by 1% for every two Enhancement levels. (50%)

-Thunderous Claps: Increases Skill Potency by 5% for every two Ascension levels. (25%)

-Inner Peace: Increases Toughness by 2% for every five Enhancement levels, and 2% for every two Ascension levels. (50%)

-CON + 250 (Transmutation)

-STR + 250 (Transmutation)

-DEX + 250 (Transmutation)

Exactly what she’d need. I nodded. But what the fuck is Kinetic Link? Where do I even check toughness?

"Those look cool!" Yolin smiled wide and her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Aren’t you supposed to be 200 years old? I chuckled and handed them over.

She received the fists and quickly put them on.

They were long boys, covering from her elbows to the tip of her fingers. White metallic gauntlets wrapped in golden rings. They also had short spikes for knuckles.

"Did you appraise them?" Lapia asked, a cheeky smile on her face.

Alyssa giggled and playfully nudged the Elf next to her.

The Oni took one gauntlet off and her eyes widened, then looked down at me with a complicated face.

"I... didn’t know it would be this impressive." she took the other one off as well, then laughed. "With just these I could tank the entire dungeon by myself."

I relaxed. For a second there, I thought she’d say something deep or serious. I admit to almost shitting myself. While handing out equipment might be a trivial thing to me, it could be immensely different for others and their sense of normalcy.

"A little anticlimactic." Lapia slumped a bit. "Can I see them?"

Yolin passed them over and Alyssa joined in the inspection.

I returned my focus to my storage.

Pants. Tights. Yoga pants. The Taekwondo pants would suit her very well. She also kicks, after all.

A pair of white, loose-ish pants came out. They had SS durability, like most of the combat-oriented costumes that weren’t outright armor. I added a black belt for aesthetic purposes.

I gave her the items and she wore the entire ensemble. She put the finger-less leather gloves first, then the wrappings, then the fist weapons after the two returned them. Her breasts were liberated for a second before the new chest wrap covered them. I noticed a pair of very elaborate white panties covering her privates when she stored her shorts. She wore the stretchy and breathable leather hot pants, followed by the white pants of the dobok. Bending over, she put the toe-less socks on, then the wraps around her feet.

I looked at her for a few seconds, rubbing my chin in cultured contemplation. Looks badass. The clothes, that by ’complete coincidence’ were all white, complemented her red skin really well. The pants were a little on the tight side due to her muscled figure, something I was completely alright with, to be honest.

"Any head protection?" I asked, looking her up and down.

"I make sure to never get hit on the head." she gave me a peace sign with an added thumb. "I use Asura Projection to cover it."

It reminded me of the gang signs Alyssa threw last time I gave items. Is this a cleric thing?

"Ah. Have these, then." I summoned six rings and gave them to her. "Try to put them on your horns."

She appraised them and cleared her throat. "Are you trying to make me immortal?"

"Yes." I honestly answered.

Lapia and Alyssa raised their arms.

"There it is!" the Luzo pointed at the Oni’s shocked face.

"Yeeaah!" Lapia celebrated.

"Hahaha!" I laughed. "She didn’t have as strong a reaction as you two, however."

"True..." the Elf sighed.

"I almost fainted back then." Alyssa giggled.

The rings fit the horns in a shocking way; they widened the further down she slid them.

Now THAT is convenient. I looked at Alyssa’s tail and thought about surrounding it to the brim with rings.

"I feel... powerful." the tank breathed out. "This is... thank you, Natasha."

She hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"You’re welcome, Yolin." I smiled. "Make sure to fight with everything you have." fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

She nodded and her red skin darkened a little around her cheeks.

Cute.

"Now. Let’s talk about potions, elixirs, and such." I went all in on them.

Their faces slowly lost color as I produced item after item. I focused on concoctions that granted resistances since Alyssa would heal, but added a few Elixirs of Rejuvenation in case of emergency.

It reminded me of the days my clanmates and I prepared for dungeon crawls, raids, junctures, and more in the game. This time, however, death was not an option since resurrection scrolls were nonexistent, and these women were people I actually cared about instead of online friends I would never meet.

An hour later, we were fully prepared and left the inn toward the dungeon.

We mounted up and made our way east. Soon, the suns were completely blocked by bridges and towers, dimming the world around us. We reached a gate at the end of a wide road. It had a tall arc, easily reaching fifty meters in height and twenty in width. The door proper was of wood, and had golden handles. A small blue building with a ship and pickax in red next to it. Alyssa and Lapia asked a Watcher to take the Bhin to a livery.

I checked my pocket watch and it was time to meet. I focused on the Bond and noticed the men’s link was weaker than the women’s. It still hinted direction, but their heartbeats felt a little distant. They were very close. I looked back and saw them turn the corner.

"Ayyy!" the Bonte called to us while waving his arms.

A few pedestrians looked at him with a little annoyance.

"Good morning!" he said once they reached us.

"Good morning, everyone." the Satyr nodded with a smile.

We shared greetings and I dismounted. Walking to the two, I produced a pair of Unique daggers and a costume that resembled that one assassin from a game where the character jumped from high places into stacks of hay. I also added the consumables the three women carried.

"For you." I handed him the items and he choked.

"Oi... is this alright?" he raised both eyebrows. "How much for this?"

"A gift." I smiled. "You’re part of our group, can’t have you enter without proper gear."